[Lyrics]

♪

Where will I go?
I can't atone
For what I did wrong
All alone with my songs
Lately I just been so faded that I fly away
Locked inside my room makin' songs that won't see the light of day
Every song I make like my last, I'm gonna die today
Doin' everything I can just to make a name

Do I deserve fame?
Do I wanna be saved?
I do not like change
But I need to change
So please will you stay
With me to my grave
Let's be one of the greats
So what do you say?

♪

Written by Pink Reid. Prod. by Pink Reid.

change

[Lyrics]

Every day I'm stylin' (yuh)
E-Every day I'm stylin' (yeah)
Diamonds on my teeth, brush them shits, I be shinin' (shine)
Roll that shit up, smoke that shit man I be fine (fried fried)
Talkin' shit on Pink Reid bitch be-

I'ma die my own man, did this on my own man
Whenever I'm around, it's a bad omen
Whip this fuckin' foriegn, don't even know where I'm goin'
Really need to get control of my emotions

Don't even know how I feel, just goin' through the motions
Fuck what y'all sayin' 'bout me, I'm gettin' motion
All of my friends gettin' turned into past tense
I cannot seem to leave things in the past man

Written by Pink Reid. Prod. by Pink Reid

the motions

[Lyrics]

Flipped the benz (flip)
Got another benz (got it)
Got all these bands (bands)
Got another benz (skrrr)
I got real killers in the slammer doin' life for me
It's a gun fight, why the fuck you bring a knife homie? (it's a knife)
It's on sight, yuh I keep the fuckin' fire on me (it's on sight)
It's on sight bitch, pray that you're not my opponent (it's on sight)
Yo' choppa gon' fail
Gunnin', you get to snail (snail)
Racks come in the mail (mail)
Packs, got 'em for sale, sale

You can't see me, John Cena

Fuck 12
I been on the lamb (yuh)
Ain't no Tesla bitch (bitch)
This a lamb' (yuh)
Gordon Ramsey kitchen (okay)
Bitch I'm eatin' lamb (okay)
Cookin' in the kitchen (yuh)
I been in the lab (yuh)
These beats mix 'em (yuh)
All my haters mad (yuh)
These bricks, mix 'em (yuh)
All my fiends glad (yuh)
That boy missin' (yuh)
Tellin' on Vlad (yuh)
You can't fix me (yuh)
Bleh (yuh)
Bleh (yuh)

I'm just tryna buy land bro
In this fuckin' economy I have to rap to be able to afford land
I only want like three of four acres bro, and I'm set
Plant like one tree
Okay maybe a couple of trees
Government don't like me bro 

Written by Pink Reid. Prod. by Pink Reid

john cena pt. 2

[Lyrics]

Gas made me sleepy so I put that shit in park
Said "Fuck it man, tommorow I ain't goin' into work"
Hit the boof, hit the stu'
Bitch, I'm gon' make this work
Hit the boof, hit the stu'
Bitch, on my dick you twerk, twerk
Been clean for a day, I think that I'm fiendin' man
If I don't drop today, my music they fiendin' man
Locked inside my room, they like "I ain't seen them man"
Drive-by, car go vroom, you ain't seen nothin'

I can see him clearly, that bitch ain't John Cena
You miss him dearly, invisible, John Cena
You cannot see me, invisible, John Cena
You cannot see me, invisible, John Cena
I can see him clearly, that bitch ain't John Cena
You miss him dearly, invisible, John Cena
You cannot see me, invisible, John Cena
You cannot see me, invisible, John Cena

You can't see me
No no, you can't see me
I think that my heat went off
Florida, my heat always off
Hol' up, did the beat go off?

Written by Pink Reid. Prod. by Pink Reid

john cena

[Lyrics]

This shit blastin' yo' eardrums right now
Is for the HATERS only
If you LOVE Pink Reid I need you to turn this track off
If you hate me, fuck you

This is that, big baller swag
This that swag, you don't have (swag)
I'm a rich fuck, I been ballin'
Why you talkin' to me like that? I'm shot callin'
On the come up, they been fallin'
See me come up, they astonished
I been ballin' (ballin' ballin')
Feel like Giannis
I been up (up up)
Way beyond this
They ain't up (ain't up)
They behind us
Step on the gas (skrrr)
They behind us
I know that you don't understand mumblin'
You too old for my shit, keep it honest

Big dope what I'm smokin' on (big dope)
"Can I get some?" Ain't smokin' none (at all)

This that real dope for the real big freaks
Say that you got money but you want this shit for free?
You would piss yo' pants if you heard my fee
Bitch fuck nah, why would I give you a feat.?
Bitch fuck nah, why would I give you a beat?
Stop playin' round, please fuck off
I'ma fuck around and make the beat go off
Fuck it acapella I'm gonna turn up

Yuh
Okay

Five Night's at Freddy's, I'm Freddy you the nightguard
Even if you don't like me, can't deny that I'm hard
Unlike you, I'ma be happy when I'm old fart
And I'm still young as fuck, bitch I was born in '04
If you don't serve a purpose to me what you good for?
They don't ever hit me up but do when I'm on tour
Don't you dare talk to me unless you know my lore
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Ballin', I score

Big swag (swag)
I got big swag (swag swag)
I got swag
I got big swag (swag swag)
I got swag
I got big swag (swag swag)
I got swag
I got big swag (swag swag)

Big ballin', bitch I'm a baller
Wherever yo' money stand mine taller
Yo' shit 2'2
My shit 12'6
That boy seen me and he fuckin' shit bricks

Written by Pink Reid. Prod. by Pink Reid

BIG SWAG

[Lyrics]

Bitch I'm ballin' everyday feel like Kawhi Leonard (I'm ballin')
Took my bitch to fancy resteraunt, bought her nice dinner (I did)
Everyday I ball I make like twenty-seven figures (schmoney)
I'm a legend, die at 27, take your pictures (cheese)
Always been the realest, never been a fake one (no)
I'm already up, I'm already a made one (true)
Fall from the sky to money, won't feel 'nun
Makin' this money just so I can feel sumn'

But it's not enough
Fuck a million
F-Fuck a million, I already made a billion, tryna make a trillion
Bands so tall they stack to the fuckin' ceilin'
Bein' this rich is an amazin' fuckin' feelin'
Fuck what you heard, fuck what you say, don't care yo' feelings
Don't know which I got more of, money or my fans
Ten times yo' rent what I spent on my fuckin' pants
Milly times yo' rent, that's what I spent from my advance

I got so much fuckin' money that I really don't know what to do with it
I can live over a billion lifetimes and still not go through it
The amount of bands I have is simply incalcuable
The amount of bands I have is simply unfathomable
You say you have money? Well I'm doubtful

Bitch I'm ballin' everyday feel like Kawhi Leonard (I'm ballin')
Took my bitch to fancy resteraunt, bought her nice dinner (I did)
Everyday I ball I make like twenty-seven figures (schmoney)
I'm a legend, die at 27, take your pictures (cheese)
Always been the realest, never been a fake one (no)
I'm already up, I'm already a made one (true)
Fall from the sky to money, won't feel 'nun
Makin' this money just so I can feel sumn'

Written by Pink Reid. Prod. by Pink Reid

ballin'

[Lyrics]

My whip got stars all up on the roof
Watch out, I'm a star, I got shooters on the roof
I got big muscles up in my pockets, course I'm flexin' (bow)
I went and killed the pussy, natural selection (yeah)
Where I come from, bitch, I don't need connections (nope)
No you can't get up on the track, we ain't connectin' (nope)
Left him the river, make his boys come collect him (come and get him)
When you talk to Pink Reid, bitch, come correct (correct)

Come correct bitch (bitch)
Come correct bitch (bitch)
Rule number one
Don't be a bitch (bitch)

Okay
Heat his ass up, chipotle
Eatin' it up, oh yeah
2024, my year, my year
Boy got earring the right ear (bitch)
Fuck around he gon' die here
On the pavement, his mind there
Standin' on buisness, mind your
Standin' on buisness (standin' on buisness)
I'm standin' on buisness (buisness)
You standin' on 'nun (you standin' on nun)
Bih, you standin' on 'nun, 'nun
Why is you talkin' to me like you ain't beneath me?
Please stop talkin' to me, I'll kill you, believe me
Reid, kill
Blood, spill
Made a, mil
Faded, yeah
Body, river
Pull the, trigger
Grave, digger
Music, bigger

Yeah yuh yeah yuh yeah yuh yeah yuh yeah yuh yeah yuh, okay
Yeah yuh yeah yuh yeah yuh yeah yuh yeah yuh yeah yuh, okay
Yeah yuh yeah yuh yeah yuh yeah yuh yeah yuh yeah yuh, okay
Yeah yuh yeah yuh yeah yuh yeah yuh yeah yuh yeah yuh, okay

My whip got stars all up on the roof
Watch out, I'm a star, I got shooters on the roof
I got big muscles up in my pockets, course I'm flexin' (bow)
I went and killed the pussy, natural selection (yeah)
Where I come from, bitch, I don't need connections (nope)
No you can't get up on the track, we ain't connectin' (nope)
Left him the river, make his boys come collect him (come and get him)
When you talk to Pink Reid, bitch, come correct (correct)

You are not him
Bitch you are not him
Yo' money Napoleon ('poleon, 'poleon)
My money I roll in it (roll in it, roll in it)
Spliff rollin' (spliff rollin')
Spliff tokin' (spliff tokin')
I smoke runtz (runt, runt)
You a runt (runt, runt)
Go ahead and steal the swag (swag)
I got too much swag (swag)
Let my nuts hang
I got too much swag (swag)
Let my nuts hang
I got too much swag (swag)
Let my nuts hang
I got too much swag (swag)

Written by Pink Reid. Prod. by Pink Reid

come correct

[Lyrics]

Who the hell are you?
You know
You all know exactly who I am
Say my name
Godamn right

Pull up and shoot, pull up and shoot, pull up and shoot (bang)
Pull up and shoot, pull up and shoot, pull up and shoot woah
Pull up and shoot, pull up and shoot, pull up and shoot (bang)
Pull up and shoot, pull up and shoot, pull up and shoot woah 
LeBron James, catch a body Lebron James
Can't hang with snake nah, nah can't hang with jank (jank, jank)
Moonwalkin' on the beat, feel like MJ (yuh)
In the paint, catch a body, feel like MJ (yuh)

No I don't wanna hang with you because you lame
We don't trust you dawg 'cause you are not in our gang
Won't say it again, you even hear what I'm sayin'?
Mumblin' this shit, you don't understand I'm insane
Understand my talk, do you understand my slang?
Understand ice on my neck, that shit bling
Buisness I stand on, do you understand what I'm sayin'?
Drugs make me not understand what I'm sayin'

Perkie, perkie, perkie, percs up in my system bih
Percs got the boston crab on me, no I will not submit
When I nut up in yo' mouth swallow, bitch, do not spit
On yo' beat you swallow, on my beats I fuckin' spit
Versatille as fuck, you a pony, one trick
Goin' down my block you would not survive one trip
Tryna be up in my lane, but bitch you will not fit (yuh)
All up in my lane when you should fuckin' quit

Pull up and shoot, pull up and shoot, pull up and shoot (bang)
Pull up and shoot, pull up and shoot, pull up and shoot woah
Pull up and shoot, pull up and shoot, pull up and shoot (bang)
Pull up and shoot, pull up and shoot, pull up and shoot woah 
LeBron James, catch a body Lebron James
Can't hang with snake nah, nah can't hang with jank (jank, jank)
Moonwalkin' on the beat, feel like MJ (yuh)
In the paint, catch a body, feel like MJ (yuh)

Written by Pink Reid. Prod. by Pink Reid

catch a body

[Lyrics]

Too much drip, need to put me in white rice
And when you talk to young Pink Reid, look in my eyes
And when it comes to endin' you I don't even think twice
One thing to say to you but I'ma say it eight times

Fuck I look like? (fuck I look like?)
Fuck I look like? (fuck I look like?)
Fuck I look like? (fuck I look like?)
Fuck I look like? (fuck I look like?)
Fuck I look like? (fuck I look like?)
Fuck I look like? (fuck I look like?)
Fuck I look like? (fuck I look like?)
Fuck I look like? (fuck I look like?)

Fuck I look like for you to talk to me like that? (that)
Officer come up, told me, asked me, "Where the crack?" (crack)
I don't talk to pigs so I slid him like 10k cash (cash)
Told him to "Fuck off", put that shit up in his crack
Knock his top off, then his baby momma get upset
Took her top off, baby momma ask me for sex
Told her "Knock it off", my baby momma I'm obsessed
Took her down to Benihana, today was a success

Flex
Flex

Too much drip, need to put me in white rice
And when you talk to young Pink Reid, look in my eyes
And when it comes to endin' you I don't even think twice
One thing to say to you but I'ma say it eight times

Fuck I look like? (fuck I look like?)
Fuck I look like? (fuck I look like?)
Fuck I look like? (fuck I look like?)
Fuck I look like? (fuck I look like?)
Fuck I look like? (fuck I look like?)
Fuck I look like? (fuck I look like?)
Fuck I look like? (fuck I look like?)
Fuck I look like? (fuck I look like?)

Reid ridin' downtown, somebody gon' die today (gon' die)
Wasn't in the 6 but I still keep me a Drake
Diamonds drip the ocean, yours could barely fill a small lake
No surgery, big ol' titties on my fuckin' K
Might be goofy as fuck but I don't play (nah)
Cook that boy up, turn him in to filet
Down in the gulf, yeah I run the whole fuckin' bay
Keep fifty with me it lookin' like a pride parade

Too much drip, need to put me in white rice
And when you talk to young Pink Reid, look in my eyes
And when it comes to endin' you I don't even think twice
One thing to say to you but I'ma say it eight times

Fuck I look like? (fuck I look like?)
Fuck I look like? (fuck I look like?)
Fuck I look like? (fuck I look like?)
Fuck I look like? (fuck I look like?)
Fuck I look like? (fuck I look like?)
Fuck I look like? (fuck I look like?)
Fuck I look like? (fuck I look like?)
Fuck I look like? (fuck I look like?)

Written by Pink Reid. Prod. by Pink Reid.

one thing to say to you

[Lyrics]

Shit, it get tragic when you talk bad on me (it do)
I'm not sorry, I don't want no disrespect on Reid (Reid)
Yeah, you gotta empty yo' bank account just to pay that fee
What you made in yo' lifetime I spend a week

Fuck yo' trap shit (trap)
My trap shit lit (it's lit)
My tracklist sick (sick)
Yo' tracklist shit
Pink Reid on the speakers man, everyone gon' fuckin' listen
Yo' shit on the speakers man, ain't no one gon' fuckin' listen
Diamonds on my neck, teeth, wrist, that shit fuckin' glisten
Ice up on my neck, teeth, wrist, that shit a blizzard
Amount of money that I make a minute, that shit'd bless you
And when my choppa sneeze I'm the one to say bless you

Did this shit up on my own, wasn't no one there for me
Now I'm up, now they wanna care for me
Choppa tucked, yeah I keep that fuckin' thang on me
Choppa up, yeah you better be careful homie

Better be careful (careful, careful)
Better be careful (careful, careful)
Better be careful or in yo' face, I'ma shoot a double
Shot the fuckin' bass, now he gon' scream treble
I serve the base homie, you don't want no fuckin' trouble
Flex, Flex, Flex
Hulk Hogan had to flex on 'em
Flex, Flex, Flex
Hulk Hogan leg drop on 'em
Flex, Flex, Flex (flex)
Flex, Flex (flex)
Flex, Flex, Flex
Hulk Hogan deez nuts on 'em
Flex up, get yo' motherfuckin' racks up (them racks)
Had to pay a fee just to get yo' fuckin' tracks up (them tracks)
Tried to bite my shit, but yo' shit still fuckin' suck (ha)
Not one, not two, not even three, I don't give four fucks

Holy shit, a Pink Reid song that's actually goin' over two minutes? (holy shit)
Y'all didn't think that I could do it so I went ahead and did it (I did)
Y'all be hatin' on me like it's y'all's life mission
Y'all been hatin' on me you'd be off better fishin'

Made yo' tracks with no credit, how the fuck that beneficial?
Pink Reid up on the track, man that shit's official
Shot him in the face, look like he got hit by missle
Hiroshima yo' whole block, I'll fuckin' nuke ya'
Yo' music ain't even shit, man it's fuckin' dookie
Shoot gun at his feet, I'ma make that man fuckin' boogie (dance)
Yo' life a YouTube Poop, my shit a movie
Kanye West, I poop-di-schoop-di-woop homie

Did this shit up on my own, wasn't no one there for me
Now I'm up, now they wanna care for me
Choppa tucked, yeah I keep that fuckin' thang on me
Choppa up, yeah you better be careful homie

Better be careful (careful, careful)
Better be careful (careful, careful)
Better be careful or in yo' face, I'ma shoot a double
Shot the fuckin' bass, now he gon' scream treble
I serve the base homie, you don't want no fuckin' trouble
Flex, Flex, Flex
Hulk Hogan had to flex on 'em
Flex, Flex, Flex
Hulk Hogan leg drop on 'em
Flex, Flex, Flex (flex)
Flex, Flex (flex)
Flex, Flex, Flex
Hulk Hogan deez nuts on 'em
Flex up, get yo' motherfuckin' racks up (them racks)
Had to pay a fee just to get yo' fuckin' tracks up (them tracks)
Tried to bite my shit, but yo' shit still fuckin' suck (ha)
Not one, not two, not even three, I don't give four fucks

Hulk Hogan? On a Pink Reid track?
That's gonna work for me brother

Written by Pink Reid. Prod. by Pink Reid

hulk hogan flex

[Lyrics]

Big baller, big dope, smokin' on that shit
Be careful boy or I'ma have to roll you in this spliff
Be careful boy 'cause I got thirty rollin' in this bitch
Cold as ice be, I'm poppin' 30's rollin' in this bitch
Reid better than everyone bitch, face it
Do not fuck with me, I don't like the fake shit
Do not fuck with me, I don't got much patience
Do not fuck with Reid, bullshit, I hate it

Sauce, sauce, sauce,  bitch I got too much of it
Sauce, sauce, sauce, bitch you ain't got none of it
Ball, ball, ball, bitch I do too much of it
30's, 30's, 30's, bitch I do too much of 'em

I do too much of 'em (too much)
Look over your shoulder
You stabbin' my back? (my back)
It don't get lower

Big baller, big dope, smokin' on that shit
Be careful boy or I'ma have to roll you in this spliff
Be careful boy 'cause I got thirty rollin' in this bitch
Cold as ice be, I'm poppin' 30's rollin' in this bitch
Reid better than everyone bitch, face it
Do not fuck with me, I don't like the fake shit
Do not fuck with me, I don't got much patience
Do not fuck with Reid, bullshit, I hate it

I hate it
I'm faded
You fake
You snake
You a fake, jank, snake, skank, stank, fake one
Stank jank, stank jank, stank jank, fake one
There's been a foul on the play, and that shit was flagrant
I knew I smelled foul play man that shit was fragrant
I would've done anything for you, even shit that was dangerous
Puttin' my trust in you, man that shit was dangerous
I hate it
I'm faded
You fake
You snake
You a fake, jank, snake, skank, stank, fake one
Stank jank, stank jank, stank jank, fake one

Written by Pink Reid. Prod. by Pink Reid.

spliff rolla

No Planz (MUCO)

FWYH

FWYH (ft. Blackedy) (Prod. Skid)

240812
yurr

beat prod. simon
main account: @049simon

Vocals > hako, jaybexo, fadewtf - Gear1

DO LIKE ME (hako, jaybexo, fadewtf)

Merry Ft Cappadaone p.Ten & p..4head

IM JUST BETTER (MUCO)

bitch we in the sky.mp33

saks fifth ft. Blackedy

📨contact.skeee@gmail.com for leasing/purchase

140 bpm

2lucky

burner / archive account
everything that didnt make it

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Sebring's Finest. 11/6

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